The brunette smile withdrew into her dream world,
as goldenrod sun melted away in storm.
The petrichor-scented parasol thus twirled,
aft’ windswept fall of sailor, in uniform,
upon her sand, carried on where lightning hurled.
This seaman-salt, seasoned with charm, keeps her warm.
Fantastical, a mermaid can dream, can’t she?
How unlikely, her tale be true, but could be?
But turns the tide, a sailor is in tugboat,
her flotsam hair gets caught on cutie’s tugline.
She’s wiled him, but her song gets snared in her throat.
Sea water’s foaming; her tail’s thrashing at spine.
Her wild world’s drenched. She needs a dreamboat-raincoat.
Comes back to earth, sits he, on blanket with wine.
Fantastical, a mermaid can dream, can’t she?
How unlikely, her tale be true, but could be?
Categories:
wiled, imagery, imagination, sea,
Form: Ottava rima
There was a wonderful aura about the sparkly white witch.
She had raised a sparkly fresh white owl she named Snitch.
They sat on a crescent moon and wiled the night away.
On Halloween night, until the beginning of the next day.
It is November now, the old witch said to the owl.
He nodded his head, for he was wise, this fowl.
November means Thanksgiving and a feast and such.
I know Snitch said. “I love the Indians and Pilgrims very much.”
Categories:
wiled, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Love neither gives or takes but from itself.
Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance.
Take no more than is offered by yourself.
Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance.
Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart.
Worthiness is the only tender that comes due.
Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart.
Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue.
As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven's door,
hands together reaching higher than alone will seek
heights that love's imagination most beautifully implores
that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak.
Whatever you desire your life to be,
may loves reflection be all you see
Categories:
wiled, giving, love,
Form: Sonnet
Guiled movement. A warrior's ballet.
Wiled traps confusing choice play.
Battle simulator, test of war.
Chattel, pieces. Sixteen, no more.
Tool used for general and king.
Fool recused, no victory to bring.
Equate life, game played terminally.
Satiate strife, rife with strategy.
Take care when proficiency is met.
Wake caution. Avoid cunning net.
Truly dangerous. Prediction a guess.
Duly acts, a man who plays chess.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
wiled, deep, games, people, poems,
Form: Rhyme
For a moment i held your hand,
when it became empty, i walked in hands with the devil
Wishing for my very last breath for when i hold you next.
knowing i can die over wiled
Time never moves without you.
Time moves to fast with with you.
Time does not excise when you say those three words.
for i fell too deep, tryying to deg my way out.
For my heart is made of glass.
and yours is entwine with my soul.
for is this a dream for do not wish to wake.
For just like a dream everything is possible when your there.
for i do not feel this way for who you are,
its for who i am when im with you.
because once apron a time i fell in love.
Categories:
wiled, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, romance,
Form: ABC
She’ll trumpet a mid-summer’s lilac revolution
To smash and grab and take your affection
A twinkled-eyed assault of sweet-toothed pleasure
On half-composed clarity’s measure
She’ll launch a pillow-cannoned war
On every certainty of beauty you had before
She throws light around like a star in the sky
Even her sleepy exhaust is a heavenly sigh
She gilds the clouds on drizzling days
She makes hope smile by her vibrant ways
If her lover embraced her in all her truth
She would be her lover’s fountain of youth
In moonshine night of wine and song
With gypsy-like fever she’ll wring out the wrong
She’ll dance and in dancing burlesque
Ideals of woman and grace painted picturesque –
By the moralistic mentors of caged-bird blues.
How this bluebird’s a phoenix by night’s fiery hues!
In hangover mornings of tangled heart-strings
Within the houses of healing you’ll hear she still sings
Of undesired responsibilities in a shaky jilted voice
A dew-soaked ballad to sunrise to which your only choice
Is to cater to her jazzy Simone-like disposition
To every her wiled whim, to her warmth, to her lilac revolution
Categories:
wiled, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life,
Form: Couplet
You stand there, silent & watching
each of you in turn holding a bank of memories
That are mine to draw from each day
To the North, the Catalinas
Draw me back to childhood days
of breakfasts, camp fires & snow ball fights
teenage drives & love's first kiss
To the East, the Rincons
Where I have wiled the time away
I've hiked your trails & greeted the moon
watched storms roll in & lightening play
To the South, the Santa Ritas
Long forgotten roads & ghost towns
hold my grief & pain, sorrow & tears
when from adulthood & its trials I ran
To the West, the Tucson Mountains
settling low & wide, hold a poet's dreams
Just me & a cactus wren serenade
as day gave way to desert night
You stand there, silent & watching
welcoming me home & drawing me close
At every turn I find you there
Solid & watchful, ever the Silent Guardians
Categories:
wiled, cowboy-western, nature, places, uplifting,
Form: Cowboy Poetry